This is my first ever attempt at writing sexual things, so go easy on me haha. I know a lot of people aren't going to like this chapter, so here's a warning .This is sexual and inappropriate! =P
Also, my internet connection has been very faulty, hence my lack of updating. But I have still been writing, so never fear!
"And you just, you don't care!" Delilah was screeching at her boyfriend, pounding him in the chest with her hands. Sirius caught her hands in his and looked down at her intently.
"Delilah, you know I care. Even when you're trying to pound me with your tiny, ineffectual little fists," Sirius said, kissing her hands. "And that's why I got you off the damn table. Half the guys in here want to drag you into the nearest corner to have their way with you."
Delilah pouted in apparent annoyance. "You didn't have to drag me like that."
"I tried reasoning with you!" Sirius yelped in his defense. "Look, we can either spend the night fighting, or we can have a good time."
Delilah thought for a moment before nodding, grabbing two glasses and filling them with firewhiskey. "Come on, then," she said, handing him one. He downed it, happy to have his girlfriend content once again.
Just a few feet away, Remus broke away from Loraina for air. "You're drunk," he panted.
Loraina shook her head. "Hardly. But you are."
He also shook his head. "Hardly."
He grabbed her and kissed her fiercely once again, ignoring the sudden cat calls from Sirius and Delilah. Delilah dragged her boyfriend onto the dance floor, and to his surprise, she did not begin to dance wildly as she usually did. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face into his chest. He smiled, holding her around the waist and dropping a kiss to her forehead. All around them, couples were acting wildly and promiscuously. For once, Sirius was content not being one of those couples. Despite his new buzz, he was content just holding his girlfriend, who looked up at him with her big blue eyes and gave him a sweet, lingering kiss.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear. He grinned.
"I love you more," he whispered back into her ear. She shook her head adamantly before returning to cuddling him. She was holding onto him tightly, and he had never felt happier at the feeling of having her back in his arms. It had only been a week, but it suddenly felt as though they had never really been apart.
"Come on," she said suddenly, grabbing his hand. She was pointing up at the big clock above them. "It's almost midnight!"
Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
HAPPY NEW YEARS!
Sirius captured his girlfriend in a searing kiss, bending for a moment to wrap his arms around her legs and lift her up into the air, spinning both of them as she giggled contentedly into his mouth.
"Happy New Year, boyfriend," she said as they pulled away, brushing her nose against his. He reciprocated the action, not caring that he was now that disgusting boyfriend guy.
"Happy New Year, pretty girl."
"Let's get out of here," Delilah suggested. Sirius grinned.
"My room?" he smirked.
"I think Remus already has that one," Delilah laughed, pointing to where Remus and Loraina were attempting to leave the party, but kept getting caught up in grabbing at one another. Sirius laughed as well.
"I have a plan," Sirius said, grabbing her hand. He dragged her down several hallways, shushing her giggles every now and then. He found an empty classroom in the Charms corridor. He sat her on the teaching desk before putting several desks together and waving his wand. They suddenly became a moderately sized bed with a silky burgundy comforter. Delilah stretched and crawled onto the bed, turning to her boyfriend with a mischevious little smirk.
"I like the way you think, Mr. Black."
He fell back onto the bed with her, capturing her lips with his with a contented groan. His hands began to roam as she unbuttoned his dark red shirt, yanking it off of him and running her hands over his biceps. She let out a soft moan that caused him to hike up her dress, running his hands over her butt, pulling her closer to him. He moved his hands to her back, where he found her zipper and undid it, slipping her dress off and kicking it toward their feet. He suddenly broke away, rolling over to the desk that was serving as a nightstand. He shot a silencing and locking charm on the door before turning back to her with a grin, supporting his weight as he hovered over her. She lightly scratched her nails down his back and he shivered, kissing her neck. She squirmed under him in her red bra and underwear. He moaned at the sensation and kissed her lips once again.
They continued getting hot and heavy until she suddenly broke away, breathing shakily. He looked down at her with concern, pushing her golden curls away from her face.
"Baby? Are you all right?"
"Sorry," she whispered. "I just...last time I did this, it wasn't exactly...my choice."
"Orion," Sirius growled, rolling off of her and running his hands over his face. "I'm sorry. I should have thought of that."
"No," Delilah said desperately, straddling him and running her hands over his chest. "I really don't want you to think of your cousin when you're fooling around with me."
He placed his hands on her hips with a smile. "Still, babe, I should have considered that. I mean, this is the furthest we've ever gone."
She smiled and kissed him sweetly. "And I don't regret it, and I don't mind. I just needed a minute."
Sirius's gray eyes twinkled as he rolled them back over, supporting himself over her. "You sure about that, Miss Monroe?"
"Oh yeah," she giggled, pulling him back down into a heated kiss.
Remus and Loraina finally made their way to the seventh year boys dorm, and Remus locked the door without separating his lips from hers. He kicked the numerous clothing items and various other things on the floor out of the way as he lowered her onto the bed, crawling over her and beginning to kiss down her neck and onto her chest. She gasped under him, and he smirked at the effect he had on her. She pulled him up, stripping him of his undershirt.
"Sorry," he said mischeviously, a wicked little smile on his face.
"For what?" she asked with a little nervous giggle. He kissed her with a small growl and ripped her dress open from the back. She gasped and arched her back into him.
"Werewolves are impatient," he said between kisses. She began to hastily undo the button on his pants, but he stopped her. "Hold on."
He slowly sat up a little bit, and she leaned up on her elbows, now only clad in a strapless little bra and some tiny panties. "What?" she asked nervously, licking her swollen lips.
"I just...you're so beautiful," he murmured, running his hands over her legs, stomach, chest, and then face, giving her a long kiss. "And I need to tell you something."
She sat up fully now, placing her arms around his neck, her fingers aimlessly playing with the back of his hair. "Yeah?"
"When I told you I almost fell in love with you, I lied," Remus said softly. He watched her face fall before continuing on quickly. "What I mean to say is...I did fall in love with you. I think I fell in love with you the moment you walked into our compartment on the train this year, and I never fell out of it."
"And I fell in love with you, too," Loraina said, happy tears springing to her eyes. "The second I saw you there, I was so nervous..."
"I love you," Remus said fiercely. "And I know we've had our problems lately, and I know you've been hurt, and I've been hurt...and it kills me to know you hurt yourself-" he was beginning to choke up, and Loraina cut him off.
"I love you too," she whispered, kissing him and capturing his bottom lip between her teeth. "And I want you."
She dragged him back down onto the bed as she removed her bra from the back, discarding it as he lay back down over her. She continued on undoing his pants, and they continued this way until there was nothing left between them.
"I want you," she whispered again as his hands stroked her body. He looked into her eyes deeply.
"Are you sure?"
"Surer than I've ever been," she whispered with a smile. He grinned, kissing her passionately before gently positioning them...
Lily and James were kissing fiercely, hands roaming everywhere underneath Lily's white duvet. James moved his hand up her back expecting to feel the back of her bra, surprised when he felt nothing there. He pulled back for a moment, looking at her with surprise. She giggled, pressing her bare chest against him as she began undoing his shirt. He got it off as fast as he could, continuing to kiss her, letting his hands wander to her chest. She let out a breathy moan into his neck as she began to kiss and bite it. He groaned, continuing his hand's movement.
As they began to go further and further, James suddenly pushing Lily gently away from him. She looked at him, confused.
"I love you, Lily," James began. "And as much as I want to do this with you, I can't."
"Wha-what?" Lily asked, looking disheartened.
"It isn't that I don't want to," James explained. "Trust me, I really, really want to. But it's like I said earlier. I don't want to go any further with you when you've been drinking. And I shouldn't have drank just to make this okay."
Lily thought about this for a moment before nodding, cuddling into him. He held her and smiled happily.
"This means you're my girlfriend though, yeah?" James asked suddenly.
Lily giggled. "Oh come on. You aren't going to do your trademark?"
James was confused for a moment before a slow grin spread across his lips. "Right. Sorry," he said, waiting a moment before saying, "Oi, Evans, go out with me?"
"Absolutely," she smiled, giving him a sweet kiss. They talked softly to one another before finally falling asleep.
